better—expensive habit—well, my dear sir, you're a fine young man, man of the world—able to push your fortune, if you had capital, eh?"
"Well," said Mr. Jingle again.
"Do you comprehend me?"
"Not quite."
"Don't you think—now, my dear sir, I put it to you, don't you think—that fifty pounds and liberty, would be better than Miss Wardle and expectation?"
"Won't do—not half enough!" said Mr. Jingle rising.
"Nay, nay, my dear sir," remonstrated the little attorney, seizing him by the button. "Good round sum—a man like you could treble it in no time—great deal to be done with fifty pounds, my dear sir."
"More to be done with a hundred and fifty," replied Mr. Jingle, coolly.
"Well, my dear sir, we won't waste time in splitting straws," resumed the little man, "say—say—seventy."
"Won't do," said Mr. Jingle "Don't go away, my dear sir—pray don't hurry," said the little man. "Eighty; come: I'll write you a cheque at once."
"Won't do," said Mr. Jingle.
"Well, my dear sir, well," said the little man, still detaining him; "just tell me what will do."
"Expensive affair," said Mr. Jingle. "Money out of pocket—posting, nine pounds; licence, three-that's twelve—compensation, a hundred—hundred and twelve—Breach of honour—and loss of the lady—"
"Yes, my dear sir, yes," said the little man, with a knowing look, "never mind the last two items. That's a hundred and twelve—say a hundred—come."
"And twenty," said Mr. Jingle.
"Come, come, I'll write you a cheque," said the little man; and down he sat at the table for that purpose.
"I'll make it payable the day after to-morrow," said the little man, with a look towards Mr. Wardle; "and we can
